Head of the pantheon, Mount Olympus god
Zeus can't be stopped - with my lightning rod
My only hot rod is a girl with a thin bod
Don't even care if she dresses kind of odd
She can even be a bit doughy with batter
I don't discriminate, maybe a little fatter
Long as she isn't a snake, because I hate an adder
More than the Queen of Hearts goes and hates the Mad Hatter
Nothing quite as racy as a pa**ion for some lacy fashion
I prefer the dashing look of all the money that I'm stashing
Never tried to steal - be a bandit? Why? Don't understand it
But I understand the underhanded burn of someone thunder-branded
Struck by my lightning bolt, rather be stung by a python: Colt
Crumbled, yeah they jolted at the frightening amount of volts
I'm hot and I'm bold, but at the core I'm cold
Look around and all I see are vaults of pure gold
I'll rhyme like Dr. Seuss and knock thugs out like I'm Bruce
All the while dishing out lashings of pure verbal abuse
Stay un-k**-able, rinsing fools with every single syllable
Always on the clock, even in my sleep I'm billable
Whole different tier, monopoly like De Beers
Has me out here ending all these careers
Look back, I only see you in my rear
I know I'm one of your fears, but I don't want tears
Because of my think tank, I make mad bank
And am a six star general alone in rank
If I'm being frank, it started as a prank
But now I'm out here laughing all the way back to the bank
I'm the goat, bu*terfly when I float and my tracks are k**er like murder she wrote
Don't have to gloat, but I like to like I like to coat made of all of the rappers that I've smote
Lyrics tight, I'll smite you with you with my might
You don't even have a right to stand up and fight
Leave you in a plight where you won't see the light
Until a worm grows wings and goes and takes flight
An earthworm flapping? We all know that never happens
So hope you aren't the target when I start rapping
Or I'll drop you in the bowl while you're out napping
Flush you down and say deuces as if I'm crapping
I'm a superior species, capital letter like DCs
You don't even deserve to be my feces
Best Drake album, 2011, that's TC
But he's been broken and I'll fix him like I do my PCs
I keep flipping the script so I could never flop
I just sit here and I keep stacking this guwop
I'm on real rap while you're on that pop
And you just sit there and wait for that 808 beat to drop
But see me? I don't even need a trap beat
Realest one here and not even from the street
Yeah, this is quite the feat and I stay on my feet
Clinical rhymes, I suppose you could call them neat
I keep a clean space, germophobe, not a trace
I'm like a mole, because I stay on your face
Beat you to the moon and back, not much of a Space Race
I'm at a higher speed and you can't keep pace
I only do one, never heard of a mis-take
Stay real, nothing fake, only got money to rake
I'm the king of the ocean, and you're the lord of the lake
And I'm about to take that cake that I didn't even bake
Don't feel remorse for eating every last morsel
Keep rapping, of course, my voice isn't even coarse
I'm a Bugatti, and you're just a horse, with a shrunken torso that worships Thor the Norse
But I'm the real thunder boss and now I'm cross
If you fight me, that's a mistake and it's only your loss
I'm about to string you up like I do my floss
And make your head sing as if you were Diana Ross
Keep going, sky high like a Boeing
Six months in and I'm not even showing
Delivery date, I suppose there's no knowing
I'm a coursing river and my mouth keeps flowing
I keep like the heat like kids pack a snack
And I hit you with the strap when I come and attack
Bottles are in on this track, watch the head
Or I'm about to come down with this goddamn six rack